It was like any other night in Central City, I was doing some light reading on "Mr. Worldwide" by an underground best-selling author Joan Pico Reyes. Not sure what happened to him, after his Oscar Award winning for his one-man live adaptation of his best-selling book but then he vanished. Rumor has it that he was found in a random yacht next to a box filled with nearly emptied bottles of fireball and blasting a remix of One Direction's "What Makes You Beautiful" with his own lyrics awkwardly inserted on loop along with a cardboard stand-up of Pitbull by his side.

I believe it's all a hoax; hence it being called a rumor. The people are relatively nice but just about any gossip gets them sopping it up for days. Anyway, I digress, as I'm walking down the corner of a joint 7-Eleven to get a $5 footlong, mouthing out the words to Hotel Room Service, all Tv and radio stations were live for the official launch of S.T.A.R. Labs Particle Accelerator.

I was already failing in Physic so I practically zoned out whenever someone continue their sentences after "Particle Accelerator" or "Did you hear about-".

I was mainly fixated on getting my sandwich and scrolling through the list of anime that I intended on watching but haven't for no particular reason. Suddenly, everything started to vibrate as I walk out and I see a bright orange light come towards me. Now being a person who has never been prepped to handle situations where a bright orange light that's creating mayhem starts coming toward you, I did what any rational person would do.

I stood still and tall like a big o'l tree since that seemed like a good thing to do in a situation like this.

Frankly, it was strange that I didn't close my eyes. I was too scared to move but pretty bold to stare at my final destination dead in the eye, although what I saw was a lot different from what I was excepting. Everything was distorting and stretching out like something out of a watching those YouTube videos with the moving lines to purposely hypnotize yourself. Then a sharp pain pounded my head and my wails were the only thing overcoming me into unconsciousness. (yes, the footlong was gone. RIP)

Cold and darkness are the only noun and adjective I can describe after that, I also realized I hadn't opened my eyes yet. As I processed to do as such, I was face first in grass and all I could hear was blasting Cuban music. Thanks to my fantastic skills of context clues, it seemed I've stumbled upon a penthouse party. Lifted my head to see a bald guy in a black and white suit talking to another bald guy in a slightly more casual wear with a snap back but not rocking a goatee mingling in a crowd with other bald men and *dancers* strangely in conservative attire, partying on yachts and just vibin'. Finally, as my vision started to settle, I began to process the multitude of bald men in various colors and patterns of suit and sunglasses look like someone I definitely have seen. Once I thought of it, I could feel my own eye sockets widen, it was him... or them. Within the mumble of conversions going on an untimely choir of raspy yet screechy voices echoed throughout the proximity.

"Dale", announced in unison.

I was no longer in Central City. I was now in a parallel universe filled with Mr. 305 slash Mr. Worldwide slash International Miami rapper slash one and only Pitbull. The crowd from the house I still was laying in front of start to gather and scream as two Pitbulls gestures that they're going to perform on top of the full-stage balcony. One of them is a clinically obsessed holding greasy pork empanadas and the other on his right is canine-Pitbull whose also in a suit and sunglass with a goatee. After being completely stunned I felt the urge to now run away as the realization of this reality activated the fight or flight responses and this time I listened to my feet. Moving through the crowd I make a dash towards an opening but I accidently knocked a drink to someone with a globe face – ah wait It was Globalization Pitbull!

"WHOA NAH MAH SUIT!" he shouted and took off his shades and even without any eyes he still managed to looked right at me.

"Yo, yah messed up mah favorite yacht suit!" yelled in menacing voice then lifted me off the ground by the collar. From the view I could beside him were his other companions Global Warming Pitbull and Climate Change Pitbull. They were just as furious as he was despite the fact, I didn't bump into them.

"Yah gotta pay up!" roared both of them. (thankfully the subtitles that popped up made their sim dialect understandable)

By the time I could barely get a sentence out, the pounding from early came back ten folds. His grip loosens up. I was ready to painfully reunite with the grass though for some reason,

I'm still falling...

End of Chapter 1

*BOOYAH, Cliffhanger Suckers!*